Starting from the sculpture of Buddha statues in Lanruo Temple

Chapter 152
Both Ye Lanxue and Ren Ziying held the formula and hurriedly mobilized their mana, trying to pull back the Ziqing twin swords, but the momentum of the Ziqing twin swords did not weaken at all.

Surprised, the two sisters looked at each other, turned into light, and chased after the Ziqing twin swords.

……

On Mount Emei, a group of disciples whose magic weapons are swords are arranged in the valley in the direction of the nine palaces and eight trigrams. Everyone holds the sword formula with their hands and controls their own swords.

Situ Chong, who holds the Mandarin Duck and Thunderbolt Sword, and Yixin Taoist, who holds the Taiyi Splitting Lightsword, guard the two gates of life and death, commanding the disciples to practice the sword formation hard.

Hundreds of flying swords, exuding various colors of light, circled and shuttled above the valley, their sword energy was vertical and horizontal, and the air was tumbling, which looked truly spectacular.

They practiced this sword array hard to deal with the Youquan blood demon who might leave the level at any time.

Suddenly, some disciples made a questioning sound of "hmm", frowned, pinched the formula, and stared at their own flying sword.

Immediately, the voices of "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" came one after another, and disciples frowned one after another, showing the same puzzled look.

While Situ Chong and Yi Xin were wondering, suddenly the hand holding the sword formula trembled, their eyes widened, and they looked at their own sword.

They found that they could no longer control their flying swords, and they finally understood why the other senior brothers reacted the way they did just now.

The next moment, the hundreds of flying swords that were originally circling and shuttling in the sword array hummed, like birds out of the cage, turned their heads in unison, and flew towards the top of the valley.

……

Thousands of miles away from Mount Emei, under the snow-capped mountains, broken silver is flying.

Yan Chixia stepped on the flying sword and flew against the wind and snow, picking off the gourd at her waist from time to time, and the clear wine in the gourd flew out with the wind and floated into his mouth.

After the cold wine drenched his throat, he pinned the gourd back to his waist, and stared at the two flying monks in front of him with a pair of small sparkling eyes.

Suddenly, the Xuanyuan sword in his sword box exuded a vigorous sword intent, shattering the falling snow, and the sound of sword cries like a dragon's chant came from the sword box.

The two monks in front heard the sound of the sword and thought that Yan Chixia was going to attack, they were slightly startled, they glanced at each other, they both saw the determination in each other's eyes, so they both decided not to run away, stopped flying, and suddenly turned around.

Yan Chixia was wondering why Xuanyuanjian did this, when suddenly the two monks in front of her turned around.

These two monks are both very strong, and they both have rosary beads hanging around their necks, and each rosary bead is as big as a fist.

"You have a big beard. We have hundreds of senior brothers. If you are so aggressive, our senior brothers will not only kill you, but will also make you die!"

One of the monks took off his rosary while talking.

"Fuck, even if you ask thousands of people to go up together, I, Yan, have no fear!
"The obscene monk, look at the sword!"

Yan Chixia couldn't control the abnormality of the Xuanyuan Sword for a while, pinched the sword formula in her hand, and the Xuanyuan Sword exuding a golden light came out of the box, split into thousands in an instant, and shot towards the two monks.

……

Li Fengning stared at the towering sword mountain in his palm, feeling that he could control its size at will, so he had a thought.

The towering sword mountain, which originally covered the sky, shrank suddenly, becoming the size of a normal long sword, exuding a light blue light, and a gas mask was formed around it, slowly rotating on Li Fengning's palm.

Taoist Baimei and others were surprised when they saw this scene, when they suddenly felt the sword aura behind them, but they saw a pair of purple and green swords flying towards them.

"Purple and blue swords?" The sisters of the Fu family didn't know about these two swords, but the Taoist with white eyebrows and the middle-aged Taoist priest did.

As the head teacher, the white-browed Taoist could still control his expression, but with a raised white eyebrow, the face of the middle-aged Taoist priest changed drastically.

With a sound of "huh", the purple and green swords passed by the four white-browed Taoist priests like lightning, and a gust of wind blew straight towards Li Fengning.

When the Ziqing twin swords were about to approach Li Fengning, they suddenly shrank and turned into two purple and blue rays of light, flying towards the nameless sword in Li Fengning's palm.

After the two beams of purple and green light flew into the air shield formed by the Wuming sword, they turned into blue lights at the same time, making two "Qiang Qiang" sounds one after another, and inserted them on the Wuming sword.

"master!"

The white-browed Taoist was staring blankly at the nameless sword transformed from the sword mountain in Li Fengning's hand, when he suddenly heard someone calling from behind.

It was Ye Lanxue and Ren Ziying who had already arrived, Jianshan was the closest to their sword practice place, and Feijian was the first to be attracted.

When they came, they first felt that something was wrong, because in their memory, there seemed to be something missing here. After pondering for a while, they realized that this is where Emei Jianshan is, and Jianshan has disappeared!
They felt something was wrong in their hearts, first glanced at the nameless blue sword in Li Fengning's palm that could attract their flying swords, then Ren Ziying turned to Taoist Baimei and asked, "Master, what happened? Where is Jianshan?"

Ye Lanxue also silently stared at Taoist Baimei, waiting for her master's answer.

The white-browed Taoist glanced at his two disciples and did not answer. Instead, he turned his head and stared at the nameless blue sword in Li Fengning's hand.

Ye Lanxue and Ren Ziying followed the eyes of Taoist Baimei, and when they saw the nameless blue sword in Li Fengning's hand, their eyes froze.

"No way..." Ren Ziying's big eyes gradually widened, her pupils like a deep pool showed surprise, and her cherry lips trembled: "The sword mountain turned into a sword?"

The white-browed Taoist nodded slightly.

The shock in Ye Lanxue's eyes gradually faded away, she looked at Li Fengning silently, but the heart in her chest was beating rapidly due to surprise.

At this moment, from the corner of their eyes, they saw a group of densely packed objects, like a swarm of locusts, rising from a valley.

When they took a closer look, they saw all kinds of flying swords.

When everyone was surprised, these hundreds of flying swords formed a mighty torrent, covering the sky and covering the sun.

When they looked at Li Fengning again, they saw his face was indifferent, as if he was not surprised by what happened, his hair and clothes moved silently with the sword energy.

In an instant, hundreds of flying swords approached Li Fengning, and suddenly shrank, turning into dots of blue light, which merged into the nameless blue sword.

The nameless blue sword is almost full of small swords, it looks like a mace with dense and long spikes, or a thousand-story pagoda with many cornices, slowly rotating above Li Fengning's palm.

The expressions of everyone around Li Fengning froze.

Taoist Baimei felt even more turbulent in his heart. He felt that he had never been as shocked as he is today since he practiced.

Originally, he thought that there were tens of thousands of swords in this sword mountain, and it would be fine to draw ten of them for Li Fengning.

But he never thought that this sword mountain was actually tamed into a sword by Li Fengning, and all the other swords of Mount Emei were also returned to the sect.

When everyone was surprised, another group of people rose up from that valley, all of them were disciples who had lost their swords just now.

Filled with sadness, they used flying skills, and slowly flew towards Li Fengning in the direction of their own flying sword just now.

　Thank you for the three thousand rewards! ! !
　　
　
(End of this chapter)